“Blood is thicker than water.” We hear that all the time, don’t we? A colloquialism that implies we should put family above all else. (If you’ve been reading some of … Continue reading The blood we choose.
Tag: childhood
No going back.
“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back?” -Frodo, … Continue reading No going back.
Cellular regeneration.
I’ve read somewhere that all the cells in our body regenerate every, like, seven years. I’m not sure if it’s true, but it’s an intriguing concept. My husband and kid … Continue reading Cellular regeneration.
Of blessed memory.
My grandmother would have turned 83 today. I think this is the first time in a very long time that I feel more blessed by her memory than sad that … Continue reading Of blessed memory.
Road map. (TW: brief mentions of sexual abuse)
Sprinkled all over my blog are discussions of the utmost importance of boundaries. As someone who grew up without them and had to insert them herself as an adult – … Continue reading Road map. (TW: brief mentions of sexual abuse)
Just somebody.
That feeling when your daughter comes across your old photo album full of family pictures, and wants to look through it to see you as a baby, and you start … Continue reading Just somebody.
Happy and haunted.
My father died 15 years ago. I was 18. I am in contact with exceedingly few people these days who knew him. Even then, that contact is sparse (no judgment, … Continue reading Happy and haunted.
Ghost story.
I’m a living ghost story. Or at least that’s how it feels sometimes. I’m not entirely sure how to pinpoint exactly when it happened. I used to think I knew. … Continue reading Ghost story.
The Talk.
It’s been an odd week. All teachers know that once spring emerges in earnest, closing in on the end of the school year, students tend to get a little off … Continue reading The Talk.
Journeys in the Dark 